Chapter 71 Little Xie Chases His Wife Little Xie is going to search the world for his Emperor again...
As she fell, Ying Xi felt a sudden tightness in her chest.
Then, his body swayed and he fell into a small boat.
The small boat is usually tied to the stern of the painted boat, in case of a shipwreck, as a precaution.
Ying Dang untied the ropes. The small boat detached from the large ship.
Prince Yong narrowed his phoenix eyes, the corners of his eyes sharp as knives. He gripped the oars with both hands, and beneath the loose sash of his purple robe, Ying Dang's shoulders, upper arms, and forearms were bulging with muscles. His mature physique, far beyond his years, propelled the oars with incredible speed, and the small boat cleaved through the waves.
Because the movement was too violent, the knife wound on his chest, which was only an inch long, tore out even more blood.
The blood didn't spurt out, but spread across Ying Dang's chest, covering the surface of his purple clothes with layers of dark color.
Ying Xi noticed the dark color in the moonlight. He tried to get up and call for a stop, but was knocked down by Prince Yong.
Ying Xi fell backwards into the boat, and felt a dull pain in her shoulder blades!
The river views on both sides are still receding rapidly!
Even through the huge painted boat, Long Wujun could still see the ship floating on the river, assuming the two were still inside the cabin, as the soldier's voice grew closer.
"His Majesty."
"Your Majesty! We have come to greet you, Your Majesty..."
Ying Xi: "I—"
Ying Xi opened his mouth, but suddenly could not make a sound. A wave of intense numbness washed over his chin; it turned out that Prince Yong had sealed his acupoints, rendering him unable to speak and cutting off his contact with the Dragon Martial Army.
However, the Dragon Martial Army was wary of Prince Yong's status as a prince.
Several men shouted and revealed General Xie's name: "Your Majesty, we have come to receive you on the orders of the Duke of Ying."
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty……"
Ying Dang's aura suddenly rushed towards him, and the two brothers' noses touched.
"Brother, do you want to see someone else? Do you wish to see him?"
"What kind of curse did that Xie guy cast on you?"
"When his father died, even I knew he wanted to rebel. Is a dog that dares to turn on you at any time worth your second glance?"
"Brother, look at me..."
"Only I, from beginning to end, have my heart full of love for my brother."
Ying Dang was in a state of great emotional turmoil.
Ying Xi's thoughts were also very chaotic, and it has to be said that Ying Dang had stirred up memories of her past life.
He had indeed died under the spear of the Dragon-Edged Sword, and Xie Qianli had given him a bone-chilling sense of terror. Suddenly, a thorn pierced Ying Xi's heart!
He could smell the strong scent of blood on Prince Yong's body again and wanted to see the self-inflicted knife wound on Prince Yong's chest.
But the opposite direction is also from the direction of the Dragon Martial Army.
"don't want--"
"Don't go!!!"
Prince Yong's voice cracked as he tightly embraced Ying Xi with both arms.
Ying Dang stroked Ying Xi's back. In an instant, his hands lost their restraint and touched the acupoints that rendered Ying Xi completely immobile, turning her into a beautiful doll in his arms from which she could no longer escape.
pain……
It hurts even more than when I fell into the cabin; all my joints feel like they're about to break.
His features were furrowed, yet he couldn't utter a sound. His obedience was comforting.
Prince Yong used all his strength to hug the baby!
Prince Yong laughed foolishly, "Let's go... Brother, we're leaving, going home... taking you home..."
At this moment, the moonlight reflected Ying Dang's face, making him look like a child who had his important toy taken away, and who had ruthlessly taken it back.
Ying Dang would never lose him again, nor would he show him to anyone. He would hide his brother away tightly, keeping him forever by his side.
The ship sailed further and further away!
***
"Where is His Majesty???"
The Longwu Army soldiers boarded the painted boat, their boots clanging and their footsteps pounding on the deck.
This time, however, Prince Yong did not stop them, nor did they find any trace of the monarch.
The soldiers searched everywhere but found nothing.
In an instant, all the Dragon Warriors on the ship were swept up in an overwhelming sense of anxiety. Perhaps His Majesty, whom General Xie had just found, had been lost again!
The young general, enraged, cleaved a table in two with a single blow.
The eight-immortal table broke in two!
The plates and bowls on the table fell to the ground and shattered.
Several apples rolled to the corner of the ship, and all the dancers and singers on board were driven to the deck. Seeing this, they lowered their heads, terrified, fearing that the next knife would fall on them.
The current situation is even more worthy of scrutiny.
These soldiers were just shouting: Your Majesty.
In other words, the person trapped under the railing was... the current emperor... and his brother...
Anyone who stumbles upon something like this would feel uneasy.
Silencing witnesses seemed to be taken for granted.
In this war zone, human life is as worthless as grass!
They had heard that after the Jingzhou navy captured Yuzhang County, the city and its surroundings were so densely packed with corpses that it was almost impossible to find a foothold.
Even those armored soldiers could not escape death, let alone the unarmed ones.
The artists on the boat lowered their heads even further.
The soldiers grew increasingly frustrated, and the young officer in charge said urgently:
"Can any of you see that handsome young man in white? Where is he?"
"he……"
"this……"
Their response was a chorus of silence.
Nobody's a fool. If they were to see the emperor, they would inevitably be asked: Where did Prince Yong take the emperor? What were the two of them doing just now?
It is not a respectable thing for Your Majesty to be intimate with your brothers.
Everyone knows that answering will only increase the risk of being silenced.
Therefore, the more urgently the soldiers asked, the more the singers and actresses seemed to be talking nonsense.
The young general of the Dragon Martial Army had no leads and was bound by strict military discipline, forbidding him from using violence against civilians.
Bearing the responsibility for losing the emperor, his mind was already in turmoil, hence the even more solemn and serious expression on his face.
Inside the painted boat, only the sound of the river water lapping against the hull could be heard.
In an instant—
A hawk's cry ripped through the long night on the river.
The eagle's cry was fierce, unlike the waterfowl of the south, and it carried an aura of domineering killing intent.
"The general has arrived."
"It's General Xie!"
The soldiers stood in neat rows on the deck.
Then the eagle hovered above the painted boat and landed on the left arm of a tall man, who had just boarded the ship and was their commander.
The dancers' jaws chattered even more.
The girls huddled together, trembling, none of them daring to look up.
As the man drew closer, the performers on the boat could only see the tips of his boots.
When the others arrived, the young general of the Dragon Martial Army kowtowed and said, "This humble general has failed in his duties, causing His Majesty's whereabouts to be unknown. I beg to be punished according to military law!"
Xie Qianli: "Where was the last place we saw the Emperor?"
The young general's face flushed red.
Since the Duke of England neither reprimanded him nor invoked military law, the responsibility for this matter was far beyond what one person could bear.
The young general said in a hoarse voice, "There."
His subordinate pointed to the side of the boat. Xie Qianli strode to the side of the boat, squatted down and saw a cloak on the ground. His pupils constricted.
Xie Qianli picked up the cloak, brought it close to his nose, and took a light sniff.
A cool, imperial fragrance filled the air.
Xie Qianli's heart softened slightly, and then, in the lamplight, he saw bloodstains on his cloak. His lower lip trembled slightly.
"..."
I don't know whose blood it was.
Prince Yong was a dissolute and licentious man, exuding an air of wicked madness. That night at Yulouchun, he clearly and distinctly heard Prince Yong's illicit intentions towards the emperor.
Xie Qianli's fingers gripped the surface of the cloak so tightly that his knuckles ached!
Prince Yong took Ying Xi away.
The river breeze reminded Xie Qianli that Ying Xi was still soaked.
If we take him away, will we take good care of him?
Are you cold?
Are you injured?
Xie Qianli was unaware that he had once tried his best to control his feelings for Ying Xi, but now he was gradually taking Ying Xi for himself, even in terms of consciousness.
Heartache welled up in Xie Qianli's eyes; he didn't want Ying Xi to suffer in any way.
The soldiers and dancers with their backs to him only knew that the commander of the Longwu Army was full of solemn and cold aura, but they did not know that beneath his icy exterior lay a very soft mind.
Xie Qianli stood up and faced the last witnesses on the deck.
The figure approached them, and the singers and dancers were terrified. One of the performers fainted.
Xie Qianli's features were bright under the dim lamplight, revealing a handsome and resolute face. His voice was deep: "Look up, I have something to ask you."
The artists responded to his gaze with trembling hands.
One of the bolder dancers said, "General... ask away."
"Just now by the boat, did you see anything you shouldn't have seen?"
This question was so pointed that all the artists felt like they were being strangled. Their overreactions were tantamount to giving Xie Qianli the answer.
Who was stabbed?
Precise questioning makes it impossible to avoid.
Finally, someone said, "It seems so. Your Highness Prince Yong, we were too far away to hear the details of the argument. We only saw a flash of light and couldn't hear anything clearly."
Xie Qianli felt somewhat relieved.
The performers, however, were even more terrified of being silenced, and couldn't help but glance at the weapons carried by the many soldiers behind him. Their throats sloshed.
But Xie Qianli calmly said, "Minor disputes between brothers are inevitable, whether among royalty or commoners. It's not something to be discussed with outsiders. You didn't see anything tonight."
He then instructed Lian Qing: "Investigate carefully where this painted boat came from, and see if it is related to the enemy."
Lian Qing: "What if it's a ship from Jingzhou?"
"Put it back."
"yes!"
The large ship was seized by Prince Yong from the Jingzhou Music Hall, which was an official music hall, and its members all had musical records.
The singers and dancers, as if released, were all astonished, exchanging glances with a sense of relief, only then belatedly remembering to express their gratitude: "Thank you for your understanding, sir! Thank you for releasing us!"
Once their lives were no longer in danger, the artists felt a sense of familiarity with Long Wujun. The most dignified and aloof one had transformed from a living Yama into a living Bodhisattva, and only then did they dare to secretly speculate about the relationship between this man and the emperor.
The relationship between the ruler and his subjects must be very close...
The bold dancer on the deck then dared to whisper a clue: "Reporting to the general, I took one last look at the river and saw the small boat heading northeast. Your Highness may be heading to Guangling County."
"Guangling Prefecture?" Xie Qianli frowned.
The core of the current battle!
***
The southern expeditionary force surrounded the city.
Guangling County is a tough nut to crack!
Xie Meng ordered his troops to launch a fourth attack on the city, and the battle raged day and night. Everywhere, on and around the city walls, black and red hues mingled, a scene both strikingly beautiful and tragically devastating.
Xie Meng stood on a watchtower several dozen feet high, which was higher than the city tower, allowing the commander to see the entire situation during the siege.
Xie Meng drew his sword and shouted, "Keep killing! Kill! That Jia fellow is a coward! Kill him!"
His voice was hoarse as more than a hundred soldiers outside the city pushed in a battering ram.
The wheels slammed against the ground with a heavy thud, the battering ram slammed into the city gate, dust cascaded down the city walls, and the impact produced a deafening roar! Thump!
Countless soldiers were shaken off the city walls and crushed into a bloody pulp by the battlefield.
The siege ladders were then erected row by row on the city walls. The soldiers struggled to climb them.
The defenders on the city walls wanted to overturn the siege ladders, but the Southern Expeditionary Army was prepared. The first soldiers to scale the walls scattered lime, blinding the defenders.
More and more soldiers climbed the city walls using the siege ladders, and banners bearing the character "Jia" fell from the city walls.
The southern expeditionary army below the city shouted and cursed, "Bring out Jia Ruzhen!"
"You surnamed Jia, get out here!"
"You surnamed Jia, get out here!"
Their powerful voices blended together.
Xie Menghu's eyes focused intently on the battle.
Although the fight had already reached a fever pitch, Xie Meng still tried to maintain some composure. When the battle reached a stalemate, he sensed a sign of impending victory: the guy surnamed Jia was suspicious.
His cousin searched along the river, but he was not outside the city.
When the Guangling army besieged the city, he did not show himself.
Xie Meng recalled that this person had been severely beaten by Xie Qianli.
Even if the spearhead hadn't pierced through that 108-pound dragon-slaying halberd, and even if Jia Ruzhen had mastered superb martial arts, it was impossible for it to have emerged unscathed.
If he really suffered internal injuries...
Xie Meng shouted, "Keep cursing! Keep cursing! Curse this cowardly bastard back to his mother's womb!"
Xie Meng was always full of passion when fighting, shouting, cursing, and beating, with every part of him dedicated to the battlefield. As a result, his soldiers were easily inspired by him, which led to another fierce charge.
Another Jia-character flag on the main city tower was cut down by the soldiers of the Southern Expedition.
The battle flag struck several rebel soldiers.
The soldiers were overjoyed to have captured the flag and were about to plant the imperial army's flag on the city wall. If they succeeded, the rebels in Guangling County and the soldiers outside the city would all think that the city was about to be captured, and their morale would be greatly boosted!
The dragon flag has been raised!
The soldiers who planted the flag gripped the flagpole and cheered, waving to the troops below the city: "Great Qin will surely win! The Jingzhou navy will surely win!"
Just as the soldier was getting excited, a crescent-shaped sword arc flashed behind him, the sword light was bright and the sword light was extremely fast.
The soldier's head was severed by the Fish Gut Sword, and his body crashed off the city wall, knocking down the imperial army's dragon flag.
Behind the headless mutilated body appeared a thin, hunched man, Jia Ruzhen, dressed in a rebel officer's uniform, with pale lips and a calm voice.
—"Light the fire and put out the kerosene."
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